“She was like the moon – part of her was always hidden away.” Dia Reeves
Before The Turning Spring's last reversion, a chemise for moon before the turning of summer's bold tune, an unbuttoned salute to epicurean dulges promenading along our damp, warm skin, in the misted mystery of this omened night, awaiting declarations of yes, yes, along our avenue of sheets. ©Paul Vincent Cannon
At dVerse, Laura is hosting Poetics with an invitation to the Pleiades Form – seven lines of seven syllables, each line beginning with the first letter of the title which must be one word. dVerse Poets – Poetics – Stars That Count
“The Pleiades are there winking at me.” Ted Simon
Sighing Seven being perfection, spiritual without doubt, sisters floating like lovers sighing eternal yearns stargazing dreams like voyeurs, star dusting talis dreams of spacious, luscious liminance. ©Paul Vincent Cannon
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“The choice for mankind (sic) lies between freedom and happiness and for the great bulk of mankind, happiness is better.” George Orwell
There’s an impatient patience,
a spirit of the age
rushing the vernal equinox
into yesterday’s tomorrow,
a backward looking future,
and elusive dream
of a perfect expectation
forever unbirthing
other than in the mind,
ever refusing the obvious,
to live in the present moment.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
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Filed under astronomy, dreams, Free Verse, life, mindfulness, poem, Quadrille, quote
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Her face shone
lighting the whole
and she beamed knowing
that I adored her and
I resolved to
spend some time
weaving my heart-felt
love to bring her closer.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
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Filed under astronomy, Free Verse, love, poem
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“We shall not cease from exploration, and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started, and know the place for the first time.” T.S. Eliot ‘Little Gidding’ (Four Quartets)
In my dream
we launched the Major Tom
and thrust through painted skies
hung with unknown stars,
like Theramania and Volsatus,
with exotic faces
and rarefied air,
a luminous melange
beckoning us
with exciting possibilities,
and yet,
even as we landed,
I knew that I was me
and you were you,
and that’s how it should be,
that’s how it is.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
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Filed under astronomy, Free Verse, life, mindfulness, poem, Space
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“There is no caste in blood.” Edwin Arnold
Of moons
it is merely of colour,
but of attraction it is mystery,
where the symphony of pulse,
a scherzo,
strangely warms and excites,
energising, drawing, urging,
and only when we are spent
does blood finally slow,
and once again
we return to earth.
Copyright. Paul Vincent Cannon
Filed under astronomy, Free Verse, love, poem, Quadrille
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Note: In astronomy terms the zenith is a location point directly above you.
“Filled with rapture his soul yearned for freedom, space, vastness.Over him the heavenly dome, full of quiet, shining stars, hung boundlessly … The silence of the earth seemed to merge with the silence of the heavens and the mystery of the earth touched the mystery of the stars.” Fyodor Dostoevsky
We reached for the indescribable point,
having left our anchored ordinary,
entering time without time,
and losing the rails of thought,
yet we knew a knowing,
as our bodies spoke an urgency,
to meet above ourselves,
and fall into luxurious abandon,
washed in desire.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
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My mother, and many others, often used that phrase, “It must be a full moon tonight” to explain various odd behaviours which seemed to occur around a full moon. There are lots of urban myths and tall tales, along with superstition, associated with a full moon. In Europe in the Middle Ages the belief persisted in the “lunar lunacy effect” or “Transylvania effect” where at a full moon humans could change/transmogrify into werewolves or vampires. Luna was the the Roman goddess of the moon, and Luna forms the prefix for the word lunatic.
Shakespeare wrote: “It is the very error of the moon. She comes more near the earth than she was wont. And makes men mad.” Othello
Just a little transmogrify,
I’m feeling pleasantly odd,
a little unhinged,
it’s electric,
I’m wild,
please, let me bite you,
a taste so sweet;
my veins are boiling,
let’s run through the streets,
sing anthems and rhymes,
climb a mountain
and howl a rabid canine tune.
Just this one night,
together,
under the lunacy moon.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul,
pvcann.com
Filed under astronomy, Free Verse, Mythology, poem
See also:Stellar
As I left the pub,
brimful of expectancy
I looked up, and,
as I sometimes do,
I nodded in deference to the stars,
a toast to the sentient beings beyond my ken.
And I reached up and grabbed a handful of mystery
so sparkly, light, and effervescent.
And it occurred to me,
that there’s nothing better in all the world,
than a pocket full of stars for my true love.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul,
pvcann.com
Exhilarating – Word of the Day
Beedelup Falls, Pemberton. For me the bush is exhilarating, it refreshes and restores me. This is my true chapel.
I drink,
breathe in,
those familiar smells
of this hallowed place.
Myrtles form your vaulted ceiling
which resounds with the chant of my praise.
While your aisles are damp, meandering paths
through open woodland,
and at its center
your altar of rugged granite.
And yet, there is no intended sacrifice
save that which surrenders itself for another.
Sunrise and sunset are your stained glass,
an ever changing story of light and life.
Ravens, your gargoyles, guard the narthex,
announcing every entrance,
for everyone is called to this sacred space,
a sanctuary of wonder and delight.
This chapel of life-breath and beauty,
a sublime offering,
healing,
refreshing,
life giving.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul,
pvcann.com
Filed under astronomy, bush walking, Forest, life, nature, poetry, Spirituality
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